The other day I jumped on a train and ventured out of the city to have coffee with some mates. When you think of heading out for a great coffee you would normally make your way into town, not out west, but it was all about the great company and these three guys I was catching up with were also coffee aficionados so with this in mind I thought the café couldn’t be too bad and was looking forward to the night out.
My wife has developed somewhat of an addiction lately. She is constantly engaging in communication with strangers on the Internet. She says it’s usually only 25 words or less and it’s no big deal.
After these strangers began sending her gifts and invites to lavish events I began not to mind so much. It’s seems this addiction is beginning to work out for the both of us.
The latest online competition she won was to go and see the “film” Charlie St Cloud. Usually I wouldn’t go and see a movie featuring Zac Efron or any movie where there is a high risk that lads with better abs than mine will remove their shirts. Especially since these days you can either go for a lovely night at the movies or buy a small island next to Richard Branson’s. This one was going to be free and put on by the editors of two well-known fashion magazines so I thought it was worth attending.